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[57] “And for thyself, I pray forbear,
     Bethink thee of thy Lord,
Who healed again the smitten ear,
     And sheathed His follower's sword.

“I go, as to the slaughter led.
     Friends of the poor, farewell!”
Beneath his hand the oaken door
     Back on its hinges fell.

“Come forth, old graybeard, yea and nay,”
     The reckless scoffers cried,
As to a horseman's saddle-bow
     The old man's arms were tied.

And of his bondage hard and long
     In Boston's crowded jail,
Where suffering woman's prayer was heard,
     With sickening childhood's wail,

It suits not with our tale to tell;
     Those scenes have passed away;
Let the dim shadows of the past
     Brood o'er that evil day.

‘Ho, sheriff!’ quoth the ardent priest,
     “Take Goodman Macy too;
The sin of this day's heresy
     His back or purse shall rue.”

‘Now, goodwife, haste thee!’ Macy cried.
     She caught his manly arm;
Behind, the parson urged pursuit,
     With outcry and alarm.

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